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[Written late at night, as the 14th is killing another night in the clinic]

It seems no matter how I try, I can't seem to break this nocturnal sleep schedule. Suppose that comes with having very little that needs accomplishing in this place.

[a pause]

Actually, can anyone think of any sorts of music that you would recommend? I could use something new to listen to at night and I'll attempt not to be picky...[a brief thoughtful pause] I would prefer to avoid anything Biblical in nature if at all possible.

[OOC: No nightmare here, but Billy and GLaDOS are free to pick up the brainwaves from this one as discussed whenever they want after this point. If this doesn't belong with the tags, feel free to remove]

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[brbfisting.livejournal.com]

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[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

I'm still trying to figure out some stuff about this place.

I'll make this short - are you important in any way, where you're from?

[he is not going to say 'from your world', dammit. YOUR MAGICS MUST BE EXPLAINED SOMEHOW]

☢NINE

[unhands.livejournal.com]

Ugh. . .

[ guess who just woke up. and guess what --

*CRASH* ]

Son of a -- !!


[ ooc. his bed (with him /not/ on it ) went right through the castle wall and is now flying across castle grounds. mod-approved like. 8 years ago. ]

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[letsbe_clear]

Okay. You know what? Party's over. No more screwing around with Cordelia's dreams. I have had enough massive headaches and sleepless nights to last me a lifetime in my actual lifetime. And that lifetime? Really wasn't all that long. I'd like to go back to my dreams of hunky surfers with boat loads of cash who are perpetually soaking wet, and not focus on the eons of pain and suffering, 'kay?

Mmmkay.

If this is a resident? Knock this crap off now, or else someone? Is getting a hard kick in the gnads. And I'm not gonna say it twice.

[and Cordelia is sitting in the Lux, doing her job, but looking like crap. She's got a glass of wine next to her -- yeah, she doesn't care it's not even noon yet -- and is just trying to get the books done so that she can go home and try and get some sleep. Feel free to bother]

-39- River of Dreams

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[there is one VERY crabby ex-bounty-hunter outside today, looking haggard because of some certain nightmares making sleeping impossible. She's under the arm of her poor dented-up zipcraft, banging around, making annoyed noise, and tossing little bits of her ship over her shoulder in good old "don't need this, don't need this, don't need this" fashion]

Aauugh! ...Son of a bitch!

[muttering] should know better...where the hell is Jet when you need him...this is what I get for trying to help...


...[finally, grabs the journal and drags it over, practically growling into it]

Anyone know how t-- SHUT UP, BIRDS!

[distant crashing sound, followed by a squawk]

Ugh. [tries again] ...Who can fix up a damaged zipcraft? I know you're out there!

XXV

[shotapope]

It s-seems like strange things are h-happening again.... What's going on?

( three )

[regulare.livejournal.com]

[ nightmares he is used too, grey wardens are plagued by them nightly, some block them out quickly others simply can't and find it difficult to sleep for their entire lives. oddly enough the first thing Alistair realized when he came here was that he closed his eyes there were no nightmares, no dragons screaming in his head, no hideous monsters grunting and growling. nothing.

until now of course.

the nightmare was as horrible as he remembered it, but he didn't expect to see cailan or... duncan. so when he woke, he woke with a start rolling out of his bed and grabbing his sword attacking the closest thing he could reach--which turned out to be a poor poor table who was liberated of it's legs and came crashing to the ground loudly, along with the golden armor and his pack.

alistair sat there amongst the mess of paper, poultices, armor, bits and pieces covered in sweet and panting. shaky hands still holding his sword tightly ]

...Y-you've got to be kidding me. This is some... cruel joke... [ another loud thud as the sword drops to the floor, his hands still shaking ] Maker's breath.

blog fifty-nine

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

So, hey, I've got a party to go to, later. I'm providing the booze and the coffee at that big bash going on ... and all you Awesomeness Committee people had better be there, bringing your A-Game.

And we all know what the A stands for. Aw yeah.

LILY. You are coming to this party, you are wearing something cute, and you are going to MEET PEOPLE. Because I am your Castle Ambassador of Awesomeness, and I totally say so.

I'll see you all there. In the meantime, I'm gonna be down at the 'Kat, getting stuff together. C'mon down!

SOS ☰ IV

[dragalong.livejournal.com]

[After some frustrating moments of trying to decide how to word this. . .]

(  nagato;  )

♛ 06 - Party Time! [Backdate to Start at 1 PM]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[For anyone who read their journals and saw the invite, then they'll know why the pool area and about half the garden and decked out for a party. The pool has even bee refitted on one end with a water slid to amuse the young attendants.... okay, amuse ALL the guests. The smells of barbeque and pizza waft through the room, masking the lighter scents of fruit and sweeter desserts. 

It's a big celebration to honor their 'victory' of Riful - because victory it would be counted as, with everyone getting home safe, if not entirely unhurt. But the party is not limited to just those who participated. No, it is open to all, as it should be. So come on in and boogie!]

[ooc: Just let me set up the 'areas' and then - CR GALORE! Thread jump, go crazy duckies! *prepares inbox for this*]

003;

[thewickedwoman.livejournal.com]

[Angelique's used to inducing the nightmares, not having them. When she wakes up for what feels like the millionth time this week in a cold sweat, seeing things out of the corner of her eye, it's more unsettling. She's already lived the memory once (albeit with a slightly different ending); she doesn't want to go through it again.

Angelique tries to calm herself and grabs at her journal. Still, her handwriting is shaky as she writes.]

I wasn't aware nightmares were commonplace upon coming to the castle.

☆two

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[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[This entry is all dictated in the voice of a defeated man who no longer has a reason to live.]

It's official, this place sucks. Seriously, what kind of vacation doesn't come with anything that's actually worth eating? Man, I'm actually dreaming about food now. And it's not like my normal food dreams either!

Okay, so I was in one of these halls, which is a pretty lame setting for a dream, but whatever. Anyway, at the end of the hall I noticed the more perfect, the most spectacular thing I've ever seen. It was an Oreo, wrapped in a Twinkie, wrapped in a burrito. I could almost cry, it was so perfect. [in fact, he sounds a little choked up right now]

So I start walk towards it, right? I mean really, who the hell wouldn't if the say that? But you know, those are fucking long walks, so I sit down halfway down the hall. And it just stays there... and I just stay there... and it just stays there. And I'm sure as hell not getting any closer to it.

And it just went on for what I swear felt like hours.

[back to sounding dead inside]

It was the worst dream I've ever had in my entire life.

~4

[i-barnabas.livejournal.com]

[It is evening, meaning Barnabas just woke up.

He’s a bit shaken right now, because he has just had the worst nightmare of his life. All of his insecurities and guilts, even the ones he won’t fully admit to himself, seemed to come bubbling to the surface.

Of course, being Barnabas, he’s not going to admit this to anyone. Instead, he’s going to go some place quiet to think. So, he’s up on the roof. The journal is open, but he's ignoring it for now.

He sits for a few moments before writing anything.]

( Angelique )



[OOC: You know you want to bother the person brooding on the roof. You know you do.]

Episode 32

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[you know a nightmare is bad when you wake up screaming. Yeah, Peter had one of those :| He takes some deep breaths, trembling as he recovers from it. And of course, notices the journal lying open recording this]

...Dammit. [shuts the book a bit too late, sigh]

(no subject)

[lookslikedepp.livejournal.com]

Since everybody's talking about their dreams, I had an interesting one too.

I was back in my apartment with Buddha. He hands me a rock and says, "Here, make me some yakisoba." So I take the rock and make a loaf of rye bread out of it, because I can only make rye.

Buddha gives me this funny, look, and he says....

"This isn't what I asked for! Where did you go arye?"


[will just sit back and wait for the laughter at his joke]

♐ twenty-eighth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

( CLARK KENT - ATTENTION CLARK KENT: IF YOU DO NOT REPLY I AM BANGING DOWN YOUR DOOR/Grayson/other JLA/Superheroes )

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[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[he's in the library with books on genetics, but it's something that's still way beyond him. So what better way, than to ask random strangers in the journal]

If a person is born Immortal, but Immortals can't reproduce, then how was that person born?

✏ 003;

[concretejungles]

( Backdated to Tuesday; Private to Ino )

Hunted for 21 years...I have never known a day of perfect peace

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Forward dated to around midnight]

[the journal hits the floor with a soft thud, knocked off the sidetable as Jilly tosses and turns. There're words, soft, unintelligible, and desperate... before she jerks awake with something that's half gasp, half sob] Oh God... no, no...no.

[a shuddering breath, and she leans back against the headboard. Looking over, she can see Sakaki's shadowed form in the other bed... and it's just too much. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she buries her face in her arms and starts to softly cry]

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[bluespells.livejournal.com]

[A strong wind and a little castle magic blows the journal open, and in Teddy's room sheets rustle around as Billy tosses and turns. He's mumbling while in the middle of his regularly scheduled nightmare.

Billy gasps as he wakes and grabs onto Teddy's shoulder tightly, not that that's audible over the journal. What is, though, is his annoyed sigh.]

( room filter )

[Written, a while later:]

Nearly six months without that nightmare and suddenly I've had them for two nights running? And half the castle's suddenly getting bad dreams at the same time.

This doesn't seem up to the castle's usual standards of terror, huh? Knock on wood and everything, but usually it at least throws stuff at us that we can't get at home.

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[hammerismywhat.livejournal.com]

[Someone's journal was carelessly left open when he went to bed, and so all the panicked mumblings and tossing and turning was faintly recorded, before a very loud;]

GET YOUR HOOF OUT OF MY--

[A long, weighted pause as Captain Hammer comes to grips with reality]

I haven't lost -- [Rustle of a gloved hand through hair] Good.

[A sigh of relief, and then he attempts to go back to sleep]

016 † you're not where you left yourself

[verymature]

[there's a sharp intake of breath recorded by the journal, followed by the sound of someone shifting abruptly as they come to. there's no shouting or the sound of things breaking, though, which suggests this isn't another person having a nightmare. no, this is just Dean waking up from his little trip home, and -- it's a little hard to sit up for some reason?]

[manages to get himself into an awkward half-sitting position and spots Jo, sitting in a chair next to the bed and using his stomach for a pillow. and his immediate reaction is confusion. Jo's dead and, last he checked, he made it out of the clusterfuck home became alive, so this can't be heaven or whatever. mutters, not wanting to wake her, even though this could likely be some kind of trick] ... what the ...

[he looks away and -- oh. oh, right. the Castle. he must have gone home, and he's not sure if it's a relief or another heartbreak in a long line of them that he's back. sinks back into the bed with a loud sigh, clenching his eye shut tightly, and reaches out to brush his fingers over Jo's hair idly, taking a few minutes to try and decide which case this happens to be]


(ooc: Backdated to this morning at some point. Jo is mentioned with her mun's permission.)

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[advocacies.livejournal.com]

( clark )

( jla/jsa/titans/people from her home askjfhs )

[ and like that, karen will be sitting on the roof in her costume. she's flown around the city to get a better glimpse of it and even checked out the forest. clearly you should bother her. ]

☀ 051

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

( Yuan )

[someone is all dolled up in the kitchen with her awesome apron, and her some bags of groceries from town. After setting some milk on the stove the meanders over and opens the journal. After flipping through for a little bit she clears her throat]

It seems like a lot of people are having a hard time sleeping. Um, I know it's late, but if anyone is still awake I'll be making hot chocolate in the kitchen! It's not really fresh, I think I'll make it with milk and the powdered chocolate, but I really thought it was yummy the last time I tried it! I'm not sure if it would work, but when I was little I would drink warm sweet milk when I had nightmares.

Oh, but I think I'll make tea too, just in case anyone doesn't like sweets. [.... Shindou :)]

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